It is not much of a salary, but it is a step, and Dr.
Medlicott knows they would put you on the staff of the hospital, and
then you are open to anything."
Jock drew a long breath and looked at his mother. "The very thing
I've wished," he said.
"Exactly. Must he answer at once?"
"The Professor would like a telegram, yes or no, at once."
"Then, you wedded Monk, will you add to your favours by telegraphing
for me?"
"Yes. Of course it is 'Yes'. How soon should you have to begin, I
wonder?"
"Oh, I'm quite cheeky enough for that sort of work. If you'll
telegraph, I'll write by to-night's post."
"I'll go and do the telegraphing," said Cecil; "I don't trust those
two."
"As if John ever made mistakes," cried Sydney.
"In fact, I want to send a telegram home."
"To frighten Essie. She will get a yellow envelope saying you accept
a lectureship, and the Professor urgent inquiries after his baby."
"Sydney is getting too obstreperous, Monk," said Cecil. "You had
better carry her off. I shall come back by the time you have written
your letters, Jock."
"Those two are too happy to do anything but tease one another," said
Mrs. Evelyn, as the door shut on the three. "My rival grandmother,
as Babie calls her, was really quite glad to get rid of Cecil; she
declared he would excite Esther into a fever.
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